The thoughts in Remy's head projected easily towards Emma and she laughed, leaning against his delightfully strong shoulder. Sometimes, telepathy was the best thing she had going for her. There was so much to be known about other people...
"Remy, darling," she chuckled, gesturing with her drink to the passing girl. "Not to question Mr Stark's taste in guests, but I believe that's a man. And that is a wig. Not that there's anything wrong with mixing it up, but I prefer to see what I'm getting myself into."